Like a cold pair of scissors suddenly severing the stalk of a freshly bloomed peony.
Then the helpless muscles in the arms hopelessly tensing never to reach again.
Never that flesh, never that smell, never that look in the never that color of the never those eyes.
Life is never like that ridiculously oversized ice-cream that they sell in that utterly uninteresting Swedish town –
You never get enough of it.
Death always comes like a summertime storm. You never expect it. And even as the thunders are rolling, you still can’t believe it’ll get you all wet to the bone and cold as ice. It’s summer.
We who are temporarily left
flooded by waves and waves of neversaid words, nevercast glances, nevergiven hugs, neverforgiven mistakes, nevergiven chances, neverlived dreams, neverdone work –
not for those who have crossed,
but for our own murdered innocence.
for our own betrayals.
Where did kindness drown?
Stark naked in front of this cold mirror –
Is this who i am?
I want to go back!
Just one more second of kindness.
Just one more second.
Please let me go back.
A beggar kneeling by locked gates.
Time can be so…
What’s the word?
Oh, no, that’s actually me.
Time is just
PS I want to remember you as you were when our eyes first met. Do you remember? That surprise. That oh-my-god-I-know-you look? I want to remember you like that. So that I will recognize you again next time we meet. All of you.